Gord Downie

The concert was today. I heard the wild crowd moan
It's not that life's distasteful to me. It's just that I am all alone
If I should hear a bird, or when I'm making toast
It's in the smallest moments. When I expect the least, I think of you the most

It's not that it's a mystery, this newly-found malaise
The trouble is, the mystery has taken your place

I turn my head away. Now everything is gone
It's taken this catastrophe to see what you mean to me
If I could have my way, I'd turn and start again
We'd sing and dance and laugh and be exactly the same as we were then